The Urinal Beside You
You find yourself in a public toilet at the urinal just finishing your own leak when a burly tiger rushes in to use the urinal beside you. Forgetting all about your own now finished business, you openly stare despite it being rude. Mesmerized, you can barely resist what follows.
Your eyes immediately strayed to the guy huffing next to you as he fumbled with his pants and fly, only to stare in shock as his cock audibly slapped his thigh. "Shit." Apparently he was busting, cause the moment he grabs that barbed length of his, he aims and lets loose. You use the term 'grab' but the guy's paw barely circles half of that thick and chunky shaft.
The stream stops before it really gets going while you stare at that piece of meat hungrily. Then you get the shock of a lifetime as a paw grabs your muzzle. You can't help but anticipate the worst. A beating. Maybe worse. So when lips and tongue are pressed to yours, you fair melt as your knees turn to jelly. The invasion should have you screaming, but all you do is muffle a moan of appreciation into the apparently gay tiger's maw.
Your saliva forms a string between the two of you as he pulls back and you finally get a good look at the guy's face. While he's not exactly handsome, he is fucking manly and hot. His stripes lend an edge he would otherwise never have while his growl sends shivers down your spine. He's not one to be underestimated. When he speaks, it is with a voice every bit as manly as the rest of him and what he asks has you staring at him stunned as you ask him to repeat the question.
"Piss-slut or size-queen? I'm happy with either or both, just I kind of need to empty this bladder. You want to take the place of the urinal bitch?"
Oh you want it. You want it badly. Just no one has ever propositioned you like this. Giving in feels too slutty, only slutty isn't a strong enough word for this. Your tongue is dry when you try to answer, which means all you can do is nod. Which of course you do after staring at the tiger's dick again. If anything, it looks even bigger than before.
A meaty paw grips the fur between your ears and pulls you down to the same level as that meaty cock. When the tip comes close, you open up only for it to be held just on the outside without you able to wrap your lips around it. You suppose you could lick with your tongue but you feel you don't have permission for that yet.
"Swallow or don't, I don't care. I'm going to piss on your face anyway and I'm going to fuck your throat too." Your muzzle is titled up and suddenly you wish you hadn't agreed to this. Swallowing was one thing. Smelling like a urinal in public was something else entirely. There's no chance to back out now though. You can see the lack of mercy in the tiger's eyes.
A subtle shift to relax and the tiger's waste splashes on your tongue. The taste... is not what you were expecting. It's far stronger than you imagined. When you read, you expected salty and warm but not outright bitter and sour to the point of making you want to gag. It's the musk really that hits you however. Thick enough you can now literally taste it and the real reason you don't gag. The musky taste overpowers your small level of disgust to the point pre spurts in your jockstrap and instead of wanting to swallow this tiger's piss, you absolutely need to have it in you. You have to have this tiger marking your insides. You want him to own you in this way.
So you make the only logical choice you have. You gulp his piss down as fast as he pumps it into your muzzle.
"Mmm, love an eager bitch. Time to really mark you as mine faggot." The tiger grabs his throbbing meat and aims between your eyes, the stream hitting you moments after you eyefuck that pisshole of his before you have to close them. Then the tiger proceeds to cover the fur of your face from chin to the tips of your flicking ears. A lot runs down your front and back, marking your shirt but you don't waste the thought of what happens after here. All you think about is how good it feels to be marked as this tiger's willing bitch.
"Good boy. Time to see if you can swallow as much as your eyes could hold." You aren't given more warning as that still spraying tiger meat moves from your face to your mouth.
And then immediately into your throat.
You gag. No warning and no practice or build up leaves no other option, but the tiger merely growls at your protests. Even when you push on his thighs, he just growls and holds you tighter. Then he pushes deeper. Your jaw hurts. Your throat burns and piss is now getting pumped straight into your stomach. A gag barely halts the flow but with nowhere else to go the liquid burns your nostrils.
"That's a good look for you faggot. But we're only halfway. And I'm not leaving until I'm satisfied now." You want to protest but the cock stops anything but your eyes from begging for mercy. Eyes that only causes the tiger's grin to grow wider as he buries a couple more inches down your throat.
"Lucky you. I'm out of piss. So here comes the hard part." You celebrate, but when he says 'hard part' his cock throbs in your throat and to your horror you realize he was still partially soft. His cock had some give to the flesh. Now... now it's like iron is being shoved down your throat. Hot, throbbing, and growling iron.
It makes you hungry for what happens next as the tiger turns it from a simple deepthroat to a full on throatfucking. His barbs tear at your oesophagus but the pain is negligible compared to how he stretches you out. Your mind fails to grasp what you're feeling as only the pleasure remains of servicing the tiger. You don't even notice as your cock spews a light load of cum into your jock. Servicing your tiger comes first.
Judging by the way he growls when his balls slap your chin, you believe you're doing a good job of it. His roar shakes your very bones as his paws roughly hold you in place over his dick until he's finished blowing his load in you. You're stuck there until you feel like you're going to pass out, all as the tiger lashes his tail and growls approvingly.
Stepping back, the tiger pulls his cock out and you gasp for the much needed oxygen. A glance up and you fail to understand how you swallowed that monster. It seems impossible. Yet you did and you know you want to again. You go to ask for his number. No. You go to beg for his number but your throat fails you. It's rubbed raw by his barbs and all you can manage is a raspy weeze.
The tiger chuckles while standing above you. "How about we finish this at my place bitch? I've got a few more loads to burn through before I'm satisfied anyway."
You nod out of abject joy. Who cares what else you had on today. Or tomorrow. Or the next day and all the ones that follow. All that matters is you and servicing your tiger.